3 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)
Got out of bed, packed my laundry, explained to Louis that I was leaving as I said goodbye to Mister White, then grabbed a car and went to LaGuardia, where there was some SNAFU with Northwest's flights.
Everything was smooth sailing after Minneapolis, which was populated by a half-dozen variations on Gwinny. Aaron Wolf picked me up at the Cedar Rapids airport, then drove me around through a couple small towns, showing me the Dancemor ballroom in the process.
I arrived at the office, took a cursory look around, then rode in the back of Biskit, Curt's grey pickup truck, to the Motley Cow, where we drank bottles of wine and ate brisket sandwiches. I started to become acquainted with everyone and there was an argument between Jeff and Aaron that everyone got really upset over. I sat outside the Motley Cow and enjoyed cool of the evening with a borrowed cigarette.
Then we went to George's where I hung out with Ian, his luminous girlfriend Emily, Jeff and his girlfriend Anne, and the gruff but loveable Abby. We drank pitchers of Lacrosse and Ian got a little out of control. He kept yelling, Lancelot's gonna fuck it up!
I flopped into bed in my dorm room.